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Action chapter! Angst getting dealt with and on the way to the end of the story!

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Chapter 13

Tuesday was miserable, Wednesday the same. Classes were boring, nothing particularly challenging to take his mind off his misery. And of course Grimmjow was in two of his classes so he couldn't escape the gorgeous male, staring at him as slyly as he could while maintaining his pissed off attitude. During woodwork on the Tuesday he had wanted nothing more than to throw himself into the strong arms and let him sooth away all his stress.

It hadn't helped that the during physics Ichigo's guidance teacher Mr Urahara had pulled him out of class, telling him to bring his bag just as he'd got his notepad out. He looked around for a second, before throwing his stuff back in his bag and shouldering it. He didn't miss the frown on the Dick's face when he was leaving; Ichigo didn't know why he was getting pulled out but he hoped Aizen started to shit bricks in case it was about him.

Kisuke Urahara was an unusual school guidance councillor; he seemed to have little interest in most of his students' wellbeing, usually asking for gossip more than anything else. Ichigo had sat through three meetings with the man as part of his induction and he felt he was a bit weird but alright other than that. The blond man led him into his office, looking more like a tea room with low couches and tables, the desk pushed over to a wall and coated in paperwork, some of it looking old.

Ichigo took the chair he was offered and sat, pulling his beanie straight as he frowned at the man.

"Ichigo, I want you to know that things said in my office are private and won't be shared with others, except if I judge them to be for your protection as a minor. Do you understand?" Ichigo nodded slowly. "Good, now relax; you aren't in trouble. I don't know if you know Mr Ichimaru the chemistry teacher?"

"I know of him sir; I'm not in his class."

"Yes, that's fine. Mr Ichimaru alerted me to an incident on Friday after school that worried him enough to speak to me. Can you tell me what happened on Friday?"

Ichigo felt himself start to sweat, feeling faint almost. "Nothing sir, I attended a catch up tutoring session and went home."

"Are you feeling alright Ichigo? You can tell me anything you know, you won't get into trouble."

"I'm fine sir, just slept in so I didn't get breakfast."

"Alright, during this catch-up session, did anything happen? Did anyone hurt you?"

"No sir."

"Mr Ichimaru was adamant that he heard you cry out in pain."

"Sorry sir, yes I got a shock from the oscillator when we were looking at the frequencies." Ichigo thought about the homework he'd been working on the night before on waves.

"Ah, well that explains the cry, but that's not what Mr Aizen said happened, he said you were working on pneumatics." Ichigo thought the man was going to believe him at first, and then he looked straight at the boy, grey eyes searching.

"Yes sir, we were covering both, I had homework for both." The lie was getting too complicated and it was going to go too far. He started gripping the arms of the chair, his knuckles going white.

"Ichigo, what's wrong? Is there something you aren't telling me?" The boy just shook his head, looking to the floor.

"Right, well if you don't talk to me I can't help you, you know that right? Ichigo, has someone hurt you? Done something to you that you didn't want?"

Ichigo didn't respond and he felt his nails bend back, making him let go of the fabric on the chair with a wince. The man was still looking at him and he kept his face down, too scared to let the man look in his eyes.

"There are people who care about you and you can't make them stop caring, no matter what you say to them. You need to speak to someone, even if it's not me. Is there someone else you'd rather speak to?" Kisuke spotted the hesitation, knowing the boy wanted to say something. "Don't you have a boyfriend? Grimmjow Jaeggerjackes?" Kisuke knew they had broken up, but he was trying to provoke a reaction.

"We broke up yesterday sir. Look if that is all are we done here?" Ichigo was in no way ruching to get back to physics but he also wanted out of the conversation. Just because he headed to the class didn't mean he'd actually go in the room.

"If you are sure then yes we are done. There isn't much left of the period so you may as well stay here for some private study time, I need to go so the room is yours. Don't be late to your next class alright?"

Ichigo thanked the man and pulled his physics textbook out of his bag, working on the chapter he'd been studying in class. He could teach himself this stuff and if he spoke to Shuuhei about when the tests were he might never have to be in the man's class again.

Wednesday night had him lying on his bed all night, homework finished and he wanted to avoid his sisters. Both the girls had been asking about why Grimmjow was never around, why they hadn't made up yet. Ichigo tried to explain that they weren't going out anymore but the girls just asked if that meant the boy didn't care for them anymore as well. Yuzu in particular was upset that she'd not get to see Grimmjow or Nel again; Karin was just pissed that Ichigo was miserable and alone again. The girl wouldn't admit it but she liked Grimmjow and he'd made her brother happy; she had heard them.

Friday was getting closer; Thursday actually going quite fast and he had work that night meaning he was tired on Friday morning, seriously considering calling into the school sick. But it was the last time. The last time he had to degrade himself, to accept another's touch that repulsed him. After today he could move on and deal with it. He couldn't see it as rape; he had consented to keep his secret safe, to keep his sisters safe. But he didn't have to like it; he just wished he had better self-control to stop himself reacting to the man's touches. The man seemed to get more pleasure from the fact he was forcing an orgasm from him.

Ichigo looked himself over on the Friday morning, seeing all the marks from the week before had faded, only on bite mark still visible if you knew where to look. His backside had taken a couple of days to stop hurting but he had a plan to stop the damage this time. He had his little bottle of lube in his bag and if he was ready for the man then he wouldn't have to tear him to fuck the boy.

First thing on Friday meant getting tormented by flickers of bright blue in his peripheral vision, Grimmjow just being a few benches down from him in Woodwork. Ichigo was just sanding his project down before applying varnish, Grimmjow was at exactly the same point, and he wasn't rushing to share the tin. He knew Grimmjow kept staring at him and he was doing to same back but he was managing to not do it at the same time. He was also catching looks from Vega and Redder, the two situated at the end of the workshop. He half hoped they'd start something, he could do with a punching bag to de-stress a little.

His hopes actually came true, but not exactly as he'd wish. He was in the store, standing his clock up on the shelf when a pair of hands grabbed his hips, a hot body pushing flush against him. "Are you sure you're not interested? I don't mind if you're not totally willing come to think of it, you do sound sweet when you are getting fucked."

Ichigo lashed out, his arm getting caught by a strong hand. Vega had his hands on him but Redder was right behind, smirking down at him.

"Now now, no need to get nasty. We just want to get to know you as well as Mr Aizen." Vega turned Ichigo, pressing into his front now. Ichigo punched him with his free hand before it was grabbed too. He was pretty sure he could get out of the larger man's grip but it was going to hurt.

"I don't know what the fuck you are talking about. Let me go before I rip your nuts off."

"I see why Mr Aizen likes you." Vega's hands roamed a bit, the boy biting down on his lower lip as they traced the rippled abs. "Fit and fiery." The hand travelled lower, sitting at Ichigo's crotch. The boy decided he'd had enough and he lashed out with his leg, ripping one wrist out of the larger boy's grip. Vega got a foot to the face and Redder got his head bashed on the concrete wall. Just as Ichigo was going in for more damage a blue head popped into the store, the boy instantly frowning at the occupants. He also took in their appearance and that the boy was handling himself fine.

"You alright?" He looked at Ichigo as he asked, placing his own project down.

"Fine yeah, thanks." Ichigo walked out of the store, giving Vega another kick just for the hell of it.

Grimmjow gave the boys on the floor an amused look; they clearly hadn't learned that Ichigo was a certified badass.

"Hey Ichigo, what are you doing after school?"

Ichigo frowned; they hadn't talked since they'd broken up, except that text conversation earlier in the week. "I've got that physics study session after school and I'm working tonight, why?"

"Skip it, skip the study session and do something else, anything else alright? Come to practice if you've got nothing else to do. I'll skip that if you want to go somewhere." Grimmjow seemed almost desperate, like he knew something.

Ichigo felt a bit pale. "I can't, it's the last one. I need to finish this." The bell rang signalling the end of the period. Ichigo panicked a bit, he hadn't cleared everything away but when he went to his bench it was clear. He pulled his bag out of the cupboard and went to leave, Grimmjow standing in his way.

"Call me later? Or text me or something? Please?" When Ichigo nodded Grimmjow relaxed a bit. "Promise me?"

"I promise I'll text you before I go to work alright? Can I go to class now?" Grimmjow took a step to the side, allowing Ichigo to leave and Ichigo walked past Nnoitra waiting by the department door for his friend.

Ichigo sweated through physics, ignoring the condescending smiles from the teacher. Aizen even laid a hand on his back at one point to lean over him to see his notes. Ichigo flinched from the touch but he was sure it looked innocent to those who couldn't feel the fingers digging in.

English was dull and PE was exhausting, the slave driver Zaraki making them swim lengths in overalls before hauling themselves back out and diving back in. Ichigo didn't eat any lunch after, probably couldn't have stomached it anyway with the massive workout before-hand and the thought of what was about to happen.

He took himself to the disabled toilet near the science corridor and prepared himself for the inevitable, literally. He dropped his trousers and slicked up his hand, using his long fingers to stretch and stimulate himself. He found his prostate with practiced ease and his dick hardened at the touch. Leaning back he started to stroke himself, mind on his ex-lover instantly as he pleasured himself. He imagined the bigger man under him as he fucked himself on that perfect cock the first time, seeing the other come apart completely. He wished he had more images to work with but his imagination was good and he replaced Aizen in his experience with the blue haired man, knowing he would have taken care of his needs, and though he could fuck him hard, it would be for mutual pleasure. The thought of the powerful man behind him had him going, he felt the coil in his stomach tense up but his mind snapped to the image of them entwined on the bed, Grimmjow above him and their legs in a tangle as they stared at each other, the intimacy of eye contact during sex taking it to another level. Those bright blue eyes would glow as he reached his end, and that though made Ichigo find his, erupting in the toilet into the crappy school toilet paper he had ready. His hole clenched around his fingers and he withdrew them as he panted after his orgasm, the afterglow dampened by the knowledge of why the act was necessary. Washing his hands and sorting his clothes as slowly as possible he readied himself, trying to keep the image of the glowing blue eyes in the front of his mind. Even if he could no longer have him in real life, he had his love for the man locked in his heart; he hoped it would be enough.

Aizen was waiting for him, sitting behind his large teacher's bench in the wheelie chair extended to its full height. His grin just widened as Ichigo turned the key in the door, making it look like it was locked but leaving himself a quick exit, should he need it. His bull headedness made him drop his gaze a bit, looking at the man through his eyebrows, attitude leaking out of him. He wished he could rip the man apart, it wouldn't exactly be difficult. He could leave him crying on the floor, bruised and begging someone to help him. He wondered if anyone would come in if he made the man scream in pain, clearly no one worried if it was a student.

Aizen got up, smile still in place and he closed the door to the store, turning the key to lock it as he walked over, running his hands through his hair to push it back, making him look like the man who frequented the club. Ichigo had seen him there on Saturday nights, keeping his distance but watching him with a smile. He walked over and Ichigo backed away, holding his bag in front of him like a shield.

"Oh, are we suddenly shy? That outfit on Saturday certainly left nothing to the imagination, even if it covered a lot of skin." Aizen ran his hand down Ichigo's cheek, thumbing his lip at the end. "You are so flexible; I thought you could show me how much today. Can you do a handstand?"

Ichigo frowned at the other, turning his head slightly. If he just wanted a show and a dance maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he'd thought. "Yeah of course I can." Aizen asked him to demonstrate. Ichigo dropped his bag, tossing his blazer in a bench before taking a step to the side, easily holding himself on his hands. He dropped down, turning back to the man.

"Very nice, strip off your shirt." Ichigo did as he was told, leaving him in one of his long sleeve t-shirts. What about the splits? I know some men can't."

Ichigo pulled his trousers up, trying to not split the ass and sank down into a length ways split. He pushed down with his hands, lifting himself together his legs under him before he stood. He was still frowning, not seeing where this was going.

"Now go up on a handstand and do the splits the other way, opening your legs up to the sides."

Again Ichigo performed the stunt with ease but before he could drop back down Aizen came up behind him and aligned his crotch with Ichigo's ass, rubbing his hand over Ichigo's inverted groin. "Oh this would be fabulous but it might hurt me a bit if you dropped in pleasure." Aizen pushed him over, Ichigo catching himself on his feet as he fell, standing cautiously, knowing he wasn't getting out of it now. Aizen jumped on him, pressing him against the nearest bench and kissing him, nipping and biting at his lips until he opened them. He gripped the edge of the bench with his hands and screwed up his face in shock, trying to not scream as the wet muscle invaded his mouth. Aizen's hands were all over the boy, pulling the black shirt up and fondling the hard muscles. His seeking fingers made short work of Ichigo's belt, opening the trousers and dropping them to the floor. He forced his hands inside the tight underwear and pulled the soft cock out, rolling the balls in his other hand. Ichigo took a deep breath, controlling himself for the moment, it helped that he'd just had an orgasm he wanted moments ago. Aizen broke his mouth away, frowning at the total lack of response in the teenager. He turned his attention to the strong neck, biting down hard enough to make the boy yelp and wince away. Ichigo turned is head, tears creeping into his eyes at the knowledge he'd have to go through with this, but it was the last time. It was looking around that made him glance out the window, seeing movement behind the glass that made him drop his gaze, shame on his face as he realised how the football assholes had known about this, Vega's and Redder's heads watching him through the pane, only a few plants blocking their clear view of his disgrace.

Aizen loosened his own trousers, rubbing his rock solid cock as he licked his lips, looking at the half dressed teenager with lust in his eyes. Ichigo was ordered onto his knees, taking him out of the view of the boys thankfully but face to face with Aizen's pale member. Thick veins roped around it and the man's pubic hair was spidering over the damp skin, sticking to the cock with the man's excited sweat. Ichigo grimaced away, not wanting to put it in his mouth, he knew what it tasted like and he got a harsh slap to the face at the look. Aizen was furiously looking down at him, obviously not happy that he'd shied away. Ichigo fell back on his ass, his legs still trapped by his trousers but he scooted back, now knowing that with the witnesses to his horrendous after school activities that he could do it, he could go through with any of it and he hid under the bench, pulling his trousers up.

"Ichigo, I don't know what you think you are doing but you really don't want me to have to come after you. You won't like it; it won't be enjoyable like the last time."

Ichigo let out a harsh laugh. "You thought that was enjoyable? You disgust me; I can't even bring myself to put that diseased dick in my mouth let alone my ass. You won't touch me again if I can help it, I don't care who you tell."

Aizen appeared on the floor, crawling towards him with a furious look on his face. His erection was still hanging out his fly, bobbing to the motion of the man. Ichigo lashed out with his foot when the man got close but Aizen grabbed his ankle, pulling the boy towards him with surprising strength. Ichigo was yanked over a set of table leg supports, the horizontal bars sitting two inches off the floor and rattling his spine before he landed on the floor under Aizen. The man looked angry, but sure of himself as he reached for Ichigo's trousers again. He didn't think the boy would seriously fight back when he'd been so docile previously but Ichigo grabbed him, slamming him upwards into the table top before yanking him onto the ground, thumping him on the jaw before getting up to run away. Aizen lashed out with his own feet while screaming in fury, catching the running boy who fell but his core strength and natural grace meant his fall didn't hurt.

Ichigo was on his front and felt the man jump onto his back, slamming Ichigo's head into the floor with two hands making the boy go limp for a moment. Aizen made short work of the trousers, pushing them and the boxers down to reveal the toned ass but Ichigo came to soon enough, gathering his wits enough to remember he was still in a school and surrounded by other members of staff.

"Help, please." He screamed the words, shrieking as he felt the erection rubbing on his cheeks. He squeezed his ass tightly, knowing he had strong muscles there. "Someone, please." His head was smashed again making him bite his tongue. The second hit was harder and he tried to recover, shaking his head but the metallic taste in his mouth wouldn't go away and when Aizen rolled him over he felt his mouth fill and he had difficulty swallowing it before it choked him. Ichigo hit out with his hands, using his legs to try and get the other off him and he grabbed the body, slamming it into the ground before he scooted backwards. His vision was off still, things too fuzzy to make out but he heard noises around him, someone was behind him but as far as he could make out it wasn't Aizen. Someone grabbed him and he screamed, lashing out but the soothing tones cut through the fog in his head and he recognised the voice speaking to him as gentle hands held his fists and stroked his face. His face was held up and turned but he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep until everything stopped spinning.

The kind voice was speaking to him again, he couldn't place it though, but he associated it with safety and something about blue hair, but it wasn't that person's voice. He'd know his voice anywhere and started to desperately need to hear it.

"Ichigo, can you hear me alright? It's alright son but I need you to stay awake. I'm sorry we didn't get in here sooner to stop this happening to you. You're going to be alright now."

"Grimm?"

"No son, it's Starrk, Grimmjow's step dad? I've got you now. I need to let a doctor look at you alright?"

"Grimm. Don't leave me." Ichigo didn't want the man to leave him alone with strangers; this man could get him to Grimmjow.

"Ichigo, can you not see me? It's Starrk, do you want Grimmjow?"

Ichigo finally let the tears fall that had been threatening all day. He blinked his heavy eyes feeling the fog lift slightly, bringing more pain to his mind as it left. His tongue was aching and still filling his mouth slightly, his head felt three times its usual size and the rest of his body was sore and throbbing. He saw the brunette sitting beside him, holding him down from making a move. Kisuke Urahara was in the room as was Mr Ichimaru and three men he didn't know. No sign of Grimmjow however, Ichigo realised he'd still be at basketball practice.

He looked back at the brunette, tears still falling and the man soothed them away with gently fingers and soft sounds. "What do you want Ichigo? The paramedics are on their way for you,"

"Grimm." Ichigo looked into the man's eyes imploringly.

"I'll get him for you." Starrk patted his hand and Ichigo relaxed as the information sank in. He smiled lightly and his eyes drifted shut of their own violation.

He was jolted awake by someone shaking him roughly, making him frown as he struggled to open his eyes. He just wanted to sleep but someone obviously disagreed. A man in a green jump suit was leaning over him, shining a bright light into his eyes as he checked his pupils. Ichigo tried to brush it away but his hand was caught by another, making him glance over to his side. He expected to see Starrk but the cerulean gaze was unmistakable, drawing more tears to Ichigo's eyes. Grimmjow held his hand, running his hand down Ichigo's cheek and clasping his jaw. Grimmjow leaned over him, hugging him tightly as the boy started to cry for real. Ichigo didn't let go if Grimmjow's hand, even when the other was asked to move, Ichigo refusing to let go. It meant the man checking him over had a more awkward job but that didn't worry either boy. Ichigo was given the all clear to sit up and Grimmjow cradled his head as he helped the boy rise from the floor, turning him to lean against the cupboard behind him. Ichigo gave him a small smile as Grimmjow sat next to him, leaning in to clutch at his arm. Grimmjow just lifted it and tucked the smaller man under it, pulling him closer.

"I'm sorry," Ichigo whispered.

"Not listening."

Ichigo grimaced, thinking the man meant he wouldn't forgive him. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, trying to not bawl his eyes out.

"I'm not listening to any words that make this your fault in any way."

"But,"

"Not one word. You should have told me, but I understand why you didn't, or at least I will when you tell me. Right now I just want you feeling better."

"I feel better here with you."

"Good, you're not getting rid of me. I am also ignoring any past conversations that might be mistaken for a break up."

"I love you." Ichigo relaxed into his boyfriend's hold, feeling safe.

Fluffy ending! First for a while eh? Please review, one maybe two more chapters to go.